when I this morning read the statement from bank
My poor sober heart sank,
which earlier was near to being blank,
shrank before the facts too frank..
damp little hall that is dim lit,
fills with laughter around where I sit
sipping on the beer bit by bit
I could feel the heaviness in my heart, lift..
My dear lion brewery special beer
there's no wound you couldn't sear
Now I in your stead sit here and leer
could I take another sober week, I fear.
music they make, sprite and white rum
cheerfully beat on my hearts joyful drum
the bar is too far, sounds of a distant hum
sing for me day and night until I come
My poor sober heart sank,
which earlier was near to being blank,
shrank before the facts too frank..
damp little hall that is dim lit,
fills with laughter around where I sit
sipping on the beer bit by bit
I could feel the heaviness in my heart, lift..
My dear lion brewery special beer
there's no wound you couldn't sear
Now I in your stead sit here and leer
could I take another sober week, I fear.
music they make, sprite and white rum
cheerfully beat on my hearts joyful drum
the bar is too far, sounds of a distant hum
sing for me day and night until I come
but this is nicely written 
